Page 20 of Life Lessons

“Holy shit, baby, you are so tight. Come. I want you to come now,” he shouts and that’s all I need to fall apart at the seams.

My body shakes, my moans are loud and continuous as my pussy spasms tightly, gripping Jett’s cock. That’s all he needs to push him over the edge and it’s not long until he is coming along with me, his loud groans mixing with my own, filling the air. I don’t even care that people might hear us, all I can think about is being locked in the pleasure I feel with Jett right now.

As I start to come down from the blistering high, I feel my body start to sag. It’s a good job he is holding me up, otherwise I would fall to the floor. I feel his knees start to wobble a bit under the power of his own orgasm. So, he starts to walk quickly, holding onto me firmly, over to the bed where he lays me down, covering me with his hard body.

His cock leaves my pussy as he lowers me to the bed and the empty longing I feel between my legs tells me I want more, despite still being able to feel the delicious throbbing from our latest round.

Looking up at the man who is covering my body, I’m floored by what I see. Jett is looking at me with a smile on his face, instead of the usual smirk. Without wanting to sound corny, it really does suit him. When he smiles it lights up his gorgeous eyes and makes him look a lot younger. He reaches up and strokes a strand of my hair off my face before tucking it behind my ear. My pussy literally flutters at that simple yet beautiful gesture and I know right then I am screwed. There’s no way I can walk away from this man, even if we are each other’s downfall.

“Fuck, that was very hot, Little Bird. Who knew you could submit to me like that?” he taunts, as he kisses the side of my mouth and then my cheeks.

I feel his cock getting hard against my stomach, and I know it won’t take long before he is ready for round two. Maybe a bit of moisture from my cocky mouth will help, but first, there’s no way I’m letting him get away with that comment.

“Don’t get used to it. It was a one-time thing. In fact, maybe it’s my turn to be in control of you,” I reply sarcastically, as I catch him off guard and manage to flip his hard body over until I am sitting on his upper thighs straddling him.

His eyes become hooded as they graze over my body. I feel his eyes leave a trail of fire as they move from my breasts down to my pussy, before settling on my hand that has just taken his hardening cock into my hand. Fisting it tightly, I move my hand up and down a few times until his dick is fully erect. Shuffling down slightly until I am able to lean forward, I slowly stick out my tongue and circle it around the tip of his cock. The drops of pre-cum mixed with our earlier joint juices are heady and intoxicating. I can’t hold back and start licking the full length of his cock, ensuring it is wet before closing my mouth over the tip. Spurred on by Jett’s appreciative sounds, I suck hard on his cock, moving up and down whilst my tongue follows against the base.

Jett’s hand flies to the back of my head and he collects my hair into one hand ensuring he can hold my hair in a tight fist. The burn on my scalp almost doesn’t register as he starts to take over. Using his hand to control the speed of my movements, and thrusting his hips up to ensure I swallow him more, I am left with no choice but to follow along. I make sure to suck and lick in all the right places, and I try hard to withhold my gag reflex, allowing him to sink deeper into my throat. Just as he reaches the peak at the back of my throat, I hum against his tip and the guttural groan he emits tells me that little tip I picked up in a magazine does fucking work. He pulls my head off his cock and while I’m gasping for breath he tilts my head so I have no choice but to look up at him through my lashes.

“Oh, Little Bird, how wrong you are. Now that I have caught you, I’m clipping your wings. You are going nowhere, and I’m going to make sure you never forget who owns this pretty little pussy of yours,” he states with a cocky smirk on his face.

Before I even know what is happening, he leans forward, grabs hold of my hips and lifts me at the same time he flips us both over. He manipulates my body like I am a little doll and he gets me in the position he wants me. I am on my hands and knees with my back arched. I hear rustling as he covers his cock with a condom and his hand gathers my hair again and pulls it, forcing my back to arch as my scalp tingles. Catching me by surprise, his hard cock sinks into my wet, waiting pussy.

As he pounds into me, Jett makes sure to tell me that he owns my pussy, and to never forget. We continue this way throughout the night. Sleep is a far away concept when our thoughts are consumed with each other. With each thrust I feel him steal a little piece of me, until he finally has the control he craves. I just hope he doesn’t break me again, I don’t think my heart could take it.

Iwake at dawn, the orange and red hues seeping through a gap in the curtains that I don’t remember being there last night, and a light breeze filters in. Damn, I feel like I’ve had one of the best night’s sleep in years. For the blissful moment where I wake deliriously happy before I move and the hangover kicks in, I decide to remain still and enjoy it. Maybe even imagine all the things I could do today if I couldn’t taste the acidic morning breath from a heavy night coiling around my tongue. What even happened last night? Whatever it was, I feel sated, eased, and all round fan-fucking-tastic.

A scuffle by the window has me suddenly shooting upright, the tension flooding my skull making me groan. Holding the sides of my head together, I squint to see Nightingale creeping through my window.

“What the fuck—” Visions of last night assault me. From the twins to the whiskey, the nightclub, the shots, the bimbo, the asswipe, and then…her. How she looked at me in the strobe lights, how she trusted me to carry her home safely. And then, oh God, no. What have I done?

Once her feet find my floor, she bends back over the window frame with her ass tilting up in a pair of baggy sweatpants and retrieves a paper bag by the handles. Gently placing it down, she then closes the window and curtains and turns to me with a smile. “You crept out while I was asleep, changed, and then came back? Why would you come back?”

“I...I fetched coffee.” Her voice sounds small, her smile dropping. I instantly want to bring it back, but now the lines are so far past blurred, I need to make a last-ditch attempt to claw them back.

“Do you understand what we did last night? I can’t sit here drinking coffee with you and my hard-on.” I should not have said that as her eyes dip to the tent I’m pitching in the cover.

“I’d have thought you’d stop treating me like a child now. I was enough of a woman for you last night,” she growls. And wasn’t she just? Usually, I like to keep my one night stands anonymous because who they are isn’t important to me when I just need a place to find release. But this was different. Through my drunken haze I knew exactly who she was and I couldn’t resist any longer.

Even though I couldn’t see her face last night, I could feel her. Her smooth curves, her silky hair threading through my fingers. Even the marred skin I felt on her thigh was incredible to me because it made her more than the little princess I thought she was. Like she said, she isn’t a child protected by Daddy’s money, she’s a fully grown woman who’s experienced trauma and heartache which she hides from everyone, even herself.

Slowly, I begin to nod and pat the space on the bed beside me, keeping the cover firmly between us. After she so willingly gave me her body, the least I can do is treat her with decency. She nestles in beside me, our arms brushing as she pulls two coffees out of the bag alongside a trio of pastries. She really did go to quite the effort, which I should compliment but that’s not what comes out of my mouth.

“Did anyone see you sneak in or out?” Her smile returns and she breaks a croissant in half, popping it onto my lap.

“Nope.” There’s a trace of a giggle in her voice and she leans back against the headboard casually, coffee in hand. My stomach rolls over on itself and not from the hangover which isn’t hitting as hard as I expected. Guess I fucked most of the alcohol out of my system. Oh God dammit. I can’t begin to think about what comes next.

“How are you so calm?” I eye her suspiciously. Does she have one-night stands as often as I do? Wait no, I don’t want the answer to that. Nightingale merely shrugs, sipping her coffee.

“It happened and it was amazing. I’m not going to apologise for that.” I hate to admire her right now since I’m supposed to be the adult here. Well more of an adult, but at every turn she continues to prove me wrong. Relaxing against the headboard, I can smell the hazelnut of my latte before taking a sip. Perfect.

Silence falls over us, although not an uncomfortable one. It’s been so long since I haven’t had to sneak out early or lock myself in the bathroom until the mistake from last night has taken the hint to leave. Stupid really, I just don’t have the energy to deal with their begging and clinginess. The only complaints thus far have been my bedside manner, and to that I say, ‘Go fuck yourself next time, Gina’ and slam the door before they argue their name’s not Gina.

Nightingale leans forward to take my half of the pastry and I swat her hand away, my nausea settling enough to eat now. Giggling, she sits back with her shoulder pushed up against me this time and I swallow my mouthful thickly. I can’t stop my eyes from sneaking a look over at her. I’ve always appreciated a woman whose appearance is the exact same when going to bed as it is waking up in the morning, no nasty shocks awaiting me. She licks her full lips, making me bite down on my own. Fuck, this girl is going to be the ruin of me. It doesn’t help that my dick is still at full attention either.

My eyes lower to her sweatpants, watching her hand absentmindedly stroke over the part of her thigh I felt last night. The roughness of her scars come back to me now. They are too raised to be anything but recent, and given her sudden move to Willowmead Academy and underlying hauntedness that lives in her blue eyes, I start to put it all together.

“Who did you lose?” My question jolts her from her thoughts and she immediately withdraws her hand from her leg as if it burnt her. I shift my body until she is all I can see, the blue tendrils of hair escaping her messy bun framing her beautiful face. “You wear your pain for those who have also lost to see.”

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